I used to be pretty but you made me plain
Thought I could be sometimg more than myself
Whatever dreams I had, you made mundane
Until I resigned myself here on your shelf.

I used to be confident, you made me meek
Never went without expressing my views
Now I have never the desire to speak
With you around you made sure that I’d lose.

Once I was happy but you made me sad
A beating a night was enough to break me
Pummeled me till I was rid of the mad
My world now is filled with uncertainty.

I never bled before, now it pours out
Gushing it’s redness all over my shoes
The blade in your hand threatens away my shouts
I think if you asked I would never refuse.

In this black, nothing is as it seems
Only your white light shines through the fog
My life stands in the level of your dreams;
Which I lay down.